“I wanted to send you a parcel with something that is gorgeous and sensational but the f***ing postman told me to get out of the box.” “I want to give you a hug but a hug leads to a kiss, a kiss leads to a lick and a lick leads to a f***! Come give me a hug!!!!!!” You’re an adept! I did send a last SMS though. You may remember the affectionate e-mail I sent you - here’s a hug and another and yet another. I guess I shouldn’t ask how many women you sent the Valentine’s Card I’d received electronically from you. It was saved in your Briefcase. You didn’t ask me to rescue you. I am neither angel nor saint. I can’t control or remake lives. If I must play the saviour I’ll have to learn to suffer my own crucifixion. Your moral is: kill or be killed. I say: run. Your birthday present is a reminder that you are deeply and exquisitely loved. Enjoy it. It’s a good cheer. Lisa
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